Probably, it is incorrect to call another person, you just an acquaintance, who spent a few days of his life. Maybe it's that it was not gray days and weeks in the Himalayas and all - nature, people and events of the time - live in my memories warm night campfire, the smell of wet snow and pine needles, the taste of the hookah and spices.

Mamziddyk was one of four conductors who accompanied us on this track in the mountains of Kashmir. Short, skinny and very smart, he was older than everyone else. Downstairs, in the village Naranag where we started, it waited for his wife and three children. It seemed that in him and live baby shower - the naive eye, ingenious acts foolishly, and a teenage tomboy. All to him and treated - and he was not offended.

Cape of coarse cloth, torn pants and plastic shoes with torn socks, not even closing his fingers - it's all in what he was wearing. Apparently, extreme poverty and content rather big family did not allow him to equip better.